Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Cluster,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.